David, because you’re the the heir to the Daughtry Rock crown, the only season seven Idol consistently blowing our hard tasty minds 24/7 washerboard-style, you finally cut your disgusting mange, you’re the odds on favorite to crush the hearts of every Archuleta-lovin fourteen year-old girl and win American Idol, AND I actually like you, I’m taking it upon myself to warn you of a potential future that would be in your best interest to avoid. I can’t say whether you will able to dodge this fate, but my hope, and the hopes of all your fans, is that you heed this vision and do what must be done to ensure it never comes to be.
David Cook, don’t let this happen to you:
Consider yourself warned.
Bangarang!
